For the last seventeen years the homeless have walked past our front garden daily on their way to breakfast & dinner at the rescue mission up the street and lunch at the community action agency down the street.
They are very protective of what they call “their garden”. Broken men and women will pause to talk to me about childhood gardens of grandma or mom. For a brief moment they are back in a time before they were ravaged by addiction, mental illness or a shattered life. They always end by thanking me.
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That is wonderful. I wish I knew what your community is because I like trying to grow flowers and share things. Thank you peace and blessings
For the last seventeen years the homeless have walked past our front garden daily on their way to breakfast & dinner at the rescue mission up the street and lunch at the community action agency down the street.
They are very protective of what they call “their garden”. Broken men and women will pause to talk to me about childhood gardens of grandma or mom. For a brief moment they are back in a time before they were ravaged by addiction, mental illness or a shattered life. They always end by thanking me.